Emma gave it a name, and she named it ‘For you, I would.’
The unspoken energy between them. The otherworldly, gravitational pull that seemed to stretch but never break – that first began with, ‘You’re Henry’s birth mother?’ and exploded into billions of stars with, ‘You worked too hard to have your happiness destroyed,’ unleashing cascading stardust that would engulf them both. The unspoken bond that started first on fragile paper but grew into volumes and volumes of books – the kind that legends were made of, the kind that would carry on for centuries and be passed down through generations until humankind took its last breath. The unspoken thing, without words – where action always superseded them anyway. In every realm, in every moment, in every breath, for neither would rest until the other was saved.
The Savior and her Queen. The Mayor and her Sheriff. Unspoken lovers, teetering on the edge of chance. Of choice.
The world never hears Emma speak of love, but it sure as hell sees it. This close, with Regina’s lips inches from her own – with utmost clarity – she knows Regina sees it too.
- Undone
